Chapter Two

ANASTASIA

After three long years, Matthew hadn't changed a bit. He was still very handsome. Those once captivating blue eyes, which I used to get lost in now, looked at me with so much surprise.

As I stood before him, uncertainty gripped me. I hadn't known how I would feel seeing him again after I ran just hours before our wedding. Yet seeing him made all my feelings for him to return.

The scent of him brought back a lot of memories, I remembered the times I ran my fingers through his beautiful hair. For years, the only way I kept tabs on him was by reading about him from gossip columns in magazines, social media, and financial magazines.

Standing just a few feet away, the truth hit me – I was still in love with him. He had this sophistication and sexiness that made me giddy and wet. Dressed in a navy blue tuxedo, he exuded timeless elegance, a sight that made my heart ache.

"Anastasia," he whispered as he stared into my eyes.

"What is she doing here?"Matthew asked as he sprang to his feet.

"I don't know what sort of soap opera is going on here, but I will not be a object of ridicule," Matthew yelled, storming out of the room.

Grandfather turned to Harry with a stern look. "You have a lot of explanation to do," he declared.

Harry's mother, however, approached me with gentleness. "Sit down, dear," she urged, gesturing to the chair beside Harry.

After a thorough interrogation by Harry's parents, we left for home.

Harry was a Billionaire with a multitude of businesses. He was a wealthy man, and his lifestyle reflected it.

I had seen a glimpse of wealth when I was dating Matthew, but Harry was a different ball game.

We landed in New York in his private jet.

The house was already stocked, and a team of impeccably dressed staff were on standby to attend to my every need.

My walk-in closet was filled with designer clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories.

But still, all the luxury I was surrounded by didn't stop the pain in my heart, I was hurting really bad. I thought I was over him, but seeing Matthew brought back the feelings.

On our way home, my phone buzzed, revealing my sister Natasha's call. "How are you doing, sis?" she asked.

I answered cautiously, trying not to sound like I had been crying. Natasha and I used to be very close but circumstances had made us strangers to each other. I had severed ties with my family after fleeing my wedding, unable to face the shame but Natasha had kept calling and sending messages.

"I heard you're back in town," Natasha said, surprising me, as even my parents weren't aware of my return.

"How did you know?" I inquired, sceptical of her claim.

"A friend at the airport saw you," she replied.

"Which friend?" I pressed, knowing Natasha was not being honest.

"Ana, you don't know all my friends, especially the ones I made over the past two years you've been gone," Natasha explained, leaving me with lingering doubts.

I knew she was hiding something. After my call with my sister ended I put my phone away.

Harry was silent, but when he finally spoke, I became tongue-tied. "Why didn't you tell me you had been engaged to my nephew," he had asked.

When I didn't respond, he continued, "I was so wrong about you. I thought you were different, "he had said, but I just couldn't talk. I was ashamed I had used him and was afraid of talking. I was afraid that if I spoke, he would know I was still in love with his nephew.

I could not believe my heart still jumped at the sight of Matthew.

Silence was our companion for the rest of the ride home. Since I didn't respond to his questions, Harry didn't insist. We just sat down quietly till we got home.

*******

I couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing me towards him. Climbing the stairs, I pushed open his bedroom door, revealing Matthew peacefully asleep.

Bare-chested, the duvet modestly covering him, Matthew's chest adorned with dark hair beckoned to me. Eagerly, I slid in beside him, tracing my fingertips along his strong arm. Even though he was asleep, seeing him turned me on. My fingers danced over his chest hair, and as if sensing my touch, he stirred, opening his eyes.

"Anastasia, what are you doing..." he began to say, but I silenced him with a kiss, my lips covering his, interrupting any further words.

My tongue pulled his in as I drew him longer. Taking a break from kissing, my lips trailed kisses down his neck.

I ran my fingertips from his chest down to his now erect dick.

"Ana what are you doing here?",

Matthew asked, trying to get away from me.

I wanted him so much that I held onto him as he struggled to pull away

"Do you really want to talk right now or do you want to bury this big dick of yours in my pussy", I asked him,

I moved closer and nibbled on his ear lobe.

My fingers curled around his dick as I slowly moved it up and down.

Matthew groaned with delight but suddenly common sense returned, "No, we can't keep doing this. I need you to leave, you are married to my uncle", Matthew insisted as he tried to push me away.

My voice took on a husky tone as I whispered to Matthew,

"Come on, Matthew. Your words say leave, but your body is saying a different story,"

while I knelt down, taking his erect rod into my warm mouth. The sensations overwhelmed him, and I could feel his resistance fading as I skillfully massaged his balls.

He groaned and whispered my name and I knew he was enjoying what I was doing to him. Teasing him, I paused, flicking my tongue over the tip of his rod, pushing him to the edge. Unable to resist any longer, he grabbed me and placed me on the bed, climbing on top of me.

With my legs spread, he pulled down my pants.

I was as eager as he was or even more.

Matthew positioned himself on top and with one powerful thrust, he was inside of me, I moaned out in pleasure, pulling him closer.

"Anastasia," a voice screamed out, and I recognized it immediately. It was Harry's voice, my husband.

I opened my eyes, allowing the world to come back into focus.